This story came from being inspired by a fantasy from feedees about having like a pull cord at your belly button that your feeder can pull that makes you pump up like a emergency floating craft that airlines have. It's a hot fantasy and I hope you enjoy it as much as it turned me on.

Let me tell you first up that I am not an ethical feeder. I love fat men and will do anything to make them fatter. I will lie to them if it helps me get them fatter, manipulate them or whatever it takes. It is not that I am ruthless, I just do what others dream about, I don't sweet talk it.

I have been quiet these weeks and not published much. I started the year frustrated about being isolated here in California in specific and the US in general. My site might bee too hot or not well known in the US. The result in any case was that the stories and articles I wrote in English got totally zero feedback, which is frustrating for me. I love contact with you guys, I'm very social and love the interaction, I thrive off it.

I especially miss having real life contact with feeders and feedees, I have had that when I was back in Europe and miss it very much. All the way down the page you find a mp3 podcast of my feelings about the issue. Happy New Year!

An introduction for feedees and feeders that are new to all of this. I assembled what I found out during all these years exploring feederism. I remember a point when I knew pretty much nothing myself and wished I could have read a page like this here.

Thanksgiving is the best organized and socially integrated feeding event of the year. It is a day where you overeat and are in good company, because everybody else also does it. If you are a feedee, it is especially exciting, as today you can show everybody how you are overdoing it.

Whenever I meet you three, I get a hard on in my pants right away, i just love the way sexual energy flows between us, how I glue you together, how I brought you together and introduced you to the joy of feeding and fattening. And when I look at you, I see 3 gorgeous women, gifted with such a hot sexuality and such hot bodies. Sharon, my fatty, you were the first, and now you are the fattest of us all, you're closing in on 400 pounds and you tease Ali and Jes of what I can do, how fatten a woman up, they saw the pictures of you when you were just around 230 and we had so much great sex, every time I fattened you up, I fucked you after wards, with that pumped up belly of yours. And we all love how easy you gain my fatty, that we all know that you are a real pig, that you are growing even faster now that we all are fattening you up.And I always suspected that you were bi and loved to explore it with you and the wonderful foursome we have now together.

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I love how your breasts have never been the same ever since you have been pregnant, with the little fat tummy that the pregnancy has left you, your breasts have never shrunk again after lactating and I know that you your still easily get wet in your bra, sometimes just hearing a baby cry you feel them let down, Have you been milked properly in your last pregnancy? Well, you will be soon enough.

It made you wet, the boldness i said it, looking at your heavy breasts: "I want to milk you, honey!"

If you are reading this and feel how your belly fat is growing, against your will so to speak, and you are feeding yourself, it is working. I'm seducing you to become fatter, the words you read on this site, my thoughts are unleashing you, make sure that the part of you that knows you have to gain is fattening you up secretly.